Ace of Spades

Even at home, however, he wouldn’t lower his guard. Omni Mark would keep an eye on you wherever you go, even though you’re perfectly capable of navigating the place you literally live in.

He’d take care of almost all the house chores, like cleaning or cooking.

Sometimes you’d offer to help him with simple tasks, and he wouldn’t refuse, but he’d still prefer that you don’t take unnecessary risks (like cutting vegetables or handling anything sharp), so he might ask you to pass him ingredients instead while he cooks.

Omni Mark is very physically affectionate. He feels a strong duty to make you feel his presence, so he constantly stays close to you cuddling, massaging you, kissing you, or simply holding you.

BONUS: He’d be very into sensation play. Since your sight is limited, he would use objects with different textures and temperatures to heighten your other four senses. He might use candles both for wax play and to fill the room with pleasant scents. He’d also frequently use his own body to stimulate you (licking, touching, or nibbling at you) though he’d be careful not to hurt you too much.

Viltrumite Mark (x deaf! Reader)

The fact that Viltrumite Mark already knew sign language would surprise you a lot (clearly, he wasted no time learning it just to be able to communicate with you).

Even if he sometimes messes up a sign, it’s never a problem. You correct him gently without making him feel inadequate.

If you ever need information in a particular place, Viltrumite Mark would gladly act as your intermediary since not everyone knows sign language. Basically, he’d be your personal translator.

The two of you would develop special signals that only you understand, your own original way of communicating instantly. For example, if Viltrumite Mark needed your attention at home, he’d flick the lights on and off repeatedly until you noticed.

Since Viltrumite Mark can’t rely on tone of voice to convey emotion, he’d use facial expressions to make his meaning clear.

You’d never expect someone like him to be so expressive, but it turns out he’s full of surprises.

He would also rely heavily on physical affection: kisses, hugs, caresses, and cuddles would be a daily routine with him.

BONUS: Normally, Viltrumite Mark would love whispering certain things to his partner in bed, but since that isn’t possible, you’d both come up with a creative replacement. He’d use his fingers to trace words across your body, writing out what he wants to say. Besides stimulating you, you’d also find it thrilling, and a little embarrassing, when you finally decipher the meaning of what he’s “whispering” through touch.

Mark adjusted the camera, his face a little too close to the lens, pupils dilated, hair sticking out like he’d run his hands through it fifty times. “Okay, uh… you can see me, right?”

You smirked, sprawled out on your bed in an oversized hoodie that read “FBI: Female Body Inspector”, legs kicked up behind you, webcam tilted just off enough to make it artsy. “Crystal clear. You look like you're about to sell me car insurance, though.” You said longingly as you looked at the camera.

You were in your hotel all alone. Gone on a trip but the people you went with ditched you to go to some club that you had no interested in.

Mark flushed to himself sheepishly. “This is supposed to be hot. Like… you know, sexy?”

You widened your eyes and leaned forward, whispering theatrically in the best voice you could, “Are you going to invade me, Invincible?”

His eyes flicking to your lips, then your cleavage, then somewhere over your shoulder like he was begging the ceiling to save him. “C’mon, be serious,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair again. “We said we’d try this. Like for real.”

“Oh, I’m serious,” you purred, scooting closer to the cam until only your nose and eyes filled the frame. “I’ve never done this before, Mark. What if you corrupt me?” You wiggled your brows with exaggerated innocence, then suddenly pulled a banana into frame. “Teach me… Sensei.”

“Wha- why is there a banana?” Mark said in confusion.

“For anatomy class.” You peeled it dramatically, licking the side of it before you took a bite of it. “I heard potassium makes it taste better.”

Mark groaned, half-laughing, half-dying inside. “You’re impossible. And please.. don't ever do that to my dick.” He said, in reference to you chewing the banana.

You dropped the act for a second, tilting your head, watching his face go pink through the screen. “Oh, I don’t know… you seem pretty into it.” You zoomed in slowly with your phone camera like a terrible YouTube vlog. “Look at him, folks. He’s got that ‘about to nut in 720p’ face.” You said with a small, playful smirk on your face. Of course you weren't actually recording, you were just teasing Mark.

“Okay,” he said as he finally gave in. “You wanna play games?”

You raised a brow. “I am a certified FBI agent, sir. I play no games.”

He leaned back in his chair, his jaw tightened. His hand slid under the desk. “Then arrest me, officer.”

Oh. You blinked as you set your own banana down.

Mark’s tongue peeked out across his bottom lip, the first button of his shirt now undone. He was actually committing. He wasn't going to give up this time around.

Mark leaned back just enough to show you the top edge of his boxers peeking out from beneath his sweatpants, his hand already palming himself through the fabric. He had a grin on his face that was far to confident for a guy who never even so much as sexted before.

“You really think you’re the only one who knows how to tease?” he murmured, eyes locking with yours through the screen like he could tell that it was getting you undone.

You recovered fast. “Oh? Is that your game face, Grayson? I can do a lot better than that. You're too wholesome to do this.”

Mark chuckled, then, he grabbed the waistband of his sweats and slooowly dragged them down just enough to free himself. No flash, no awkward fumble, just one quick movement. His cock flopped out, already half-hard and getting thicker by the second in his fist.

“Still wholesome?” he asked, one brow quirked like a challenge.

You leaned forward, actually amazed that Mark was doing this and half laughing at the whole situation. “Hooooly shit. Is that your actual dick?” You teased him.

Mark grinned, hand gliding down his shaft with a little more pressure now. “You’re not taking this seriously at all.”

“Oh I am,” you teased, now shifting on your bed, legs crossing slowly as you propped your chin on your palm. “I just didn’t know my boyfriend turned into a cam boy when he gets horny and bored.”

“Only for you,” he said, voice a breath. He gave himself a firm stroke, hips twitching slightly. “So go ahead. Keep playing. But you’re gonna break before I do.”

You bit your lip. “Yeah? Am I? You're the one that whipped your dick out.”

Mark continued to watch the screen, trying to make eye contact with you but it was a little hard with the awkward positioning of the camera. He ran his thumb over the head of his cock with a low grunt, eyes fluttering for half a second before he locked on again. “Bet you’re already getting wet, huh?”

Your thighs squeezed together on reflex and Mark knew right away, a small smirk coming to his face.

“Oh, that’s how it is,” you muttered, reaching over to grab something off-screen. “Check this out.” You said with a grin as you showed Mark a plush dick that Mark for sure would be asking where you got later.

Mark paused, laughing for a moment then groaned, dragging his hand slow and firm up his shaft again. “Keep pushing me, babe. See what happens when I visit tomorrow and recreate this entire call.. minus your dumbass props with you face-down, hands tied.”

Your grip on the fake dick began to loosen, and your screen went quiet as you continued to just watch Mark.

Mark’s smirk had vanished and he looked like he was focusing more. His cock still thick in his grip, his knuckles white, breath shallow. His whole body was brimming with restraint. “You really want to keep being cute?” he asked through gritted teeth.

You opened your mouth to respond, but Mark cut you off.

“No. Shut up.”

Oh. That flipped some switch in you so fast your brain had to play catch-up. “Wh-”

“I’ve been patient.” He adjusted the webcam slightly with one hand, angling it just enough so you got the full view, his flushed chest, his toned chest twitching with every deep breath, the head of his cock slick and gleaming, heavy in his palm. “You’ve been playing, but guess what?” He questioned. “You logged into my call, sweetheart.”

You sucked in a sharp breath.

“Clothes off. Now. Or I swear to God I’ll fly to your window and fuck you through the wall.”

Your whole body jolted in surprise. Where was this dominate Mark? “Mark-”

“I said,” he warned. “clothes. Off.”

It was like your shirt combusted off your body. Your hands scrambled to tug it over your head, and you couldn’t even remember when your legs had spread wide for him on the bed, knees drawn up, skin flushed as your breath hitched louder through your mic.

“God damn,” he muttered, gaze sharp on you in through the screen. “Touch yourself for me.”

You barely got your fingers between your thighs before he groaned and leaned into the camera. “Show me. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

You did, of course you did for him. Your other hand trembled as you spread yourself open, breath catching as you heard his - shaky, quickening. His fist was moving faster now, the sound unmistakable, you heard it plenty before. You both stared, eyes locked through the screen like touch was a real thing, like he could feel every slick stroke of your fingers on his own skin.

“Faster, baby,” he whispered. “I wanna watch you cum before I do. Don’t make me count down.”

“Mark.. fuck-!”

“Good girl,” he gasped. “Just like that, keep-”

SLAM.

A door slammed open off-screen.

“Mark? You're not going to believe it, they are having a rave on ca- OH MY GOD.”

Everything exploded.

Mark yelped, lunged out of frame, and his hand SMACKED the laptop shut so hard it echoed through your speakers like a gunshot.

Then: a series of thuds, a crash, something fell, a voice shrieked, and in the midst of it all-

“GET OUT!! WILLIAM, GET OUT!!”

Your screen went black.

There was only your reflection, naked. On cam with the distinct sound of secondhand embarrassment echoing.

Would you accept him? He knew he wasn’t a good person... not after all the death he had caused. He feared you would reject him, just as he feared his mother might have refused to follow him because she preferred this dimension’s Mark over him.

He stopped outside your apartment, keeping far enough from the window to avoid being noticed, but close enough to watch you lying on your bed, listening to music with your headphones, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding outside.

Should he approach you now? Should he try to talk to you? Or should he first finish Angstrom’s mission and only later come to get you?

He couldn’t risk losing you if the other variants destroyed this area without knowing you were here. He would never forgive himself if one of his “colleagues” accidentally wiped you out. So, he had to act now.

But Mark wasn’t going to let that happen. The Invincible of this world appeared suddenly and wasted no time in attacking him. It didn’t matter that Full Mask Mark hadn’t harmed you yet, just the fact that he was spying on you through the window was enough to raise suspicions.

Full Mask Mark was caught off guard. For most of the fight, Mark had the upper hand, smashing him into multiple buildings. The noise of their battle caught your attention. You removed your headphones, confused, and walked to the window to see what was happening.

From your perspective, Mark was fighting another superhero. The costume resembled Invincible’s, but the mask was completely different… was this another hero? A villain, maybe?

When Full Mask Mark noticed you at the window, he refused to appear weak in front of you. He pushed himself up and, in an instant, landed a hit that sent Mark flying skyward, giving him precious seconds to rush to you.

He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, though despite his strength he did it gently, then quickly lifted you into his arms and took off into the sky. He had to leave before Mark returned. He wanted desperately to explain everything, but there was no time.

You bombarded him with questions, screaming in fear. You had no idea who he was, and all you knew was that he was abducting you. You struggled, making it harder for him to keep balance while flying.

You threw him off balance repeatedly, but he didn’t complain, he didn’t want to scare you. What he didn’t realize was that his silence, his refusal to explain, was what frightened you most.

Suddenly, Mark appeared right in front of you both. You were practically crushed between the two versions of Mark, their muscular bodies pressing on either side of you.

Full Mask Mark backed away while holding you tightly, but Mark wasn’t going to let him escape. As soon as Full Mask Mark turned to fly off, Mark grabbed his leg and threw him against a wall, hoping he would release you so Mark could get you to safety.

But Full Mask Mark didn’t let go. Instead, he held onto you even tighter, bracing for impact and trying to shield you from the bricks.

Unfortunately, his protection wasn’t enough. A shard of brick struck you in the head, killing you instantly.

Full Mask Mark got up, ripped off his mask, panic written all over his face as he tried desperately to wake you. But it was too late.

When Mark arrived seconds later and saw your lifeless body, rage consumed him. He grabbed Full Mask Mark by the throat, blaming him entirely for your death.

Full Mask Mark managed to break free, landed a devastating punch on Mark that hurled him across the neighborhood, then took your body and flew away.

He would at least give you an honest place to rest forever, the same place where you had spent countless afternoons together in his dimension.

Maskless Mark

Maskless Mark would have done anything just to see you one last time. In his dimension, you had been his childhood friend, and your sudden death had been a devastating blow for him.

Back then, he hadn’t realized how important you really were to him. Over time, his grief twisted into something closer to obsession than true love, more like remorse than genuine affection. But he never noticed that.

The only reason he agreed to work with Angstrom was to have the chance to hold you in his arms again. He had no idea what you might look like in this dimension; the last time he saw you, you were both nine years old. You must be different now: more attractive, surely. Yes, it had to be that way.

Since he didn’t know where you lived, he spent the first day of the Invincible War searching tirelessly through Chicago’s neighborhoods. He didn’t destroy anything, and many mistook him for this world’s Invincible because of how harmless he seemed.

When he finally found your apartment, he spent a long time watching you through the window. You were in what must have been your room, decorated in the style you liked. The apartment wasn’t exactly what you had once dreamed of, but you clearly treated it with care.

Maskless Mark knew you had always taken good care of your things… and he wanted to take care of you the same way.

He approached the window as you were packing your bag. It seemed you had heard the news and were preparing to leave for one of the government’s safe meeting points.

When you saw him, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Mark? Your classmate from high school… wearing an Invincible suit? And flying?

Maskless Mark blushed and smiled shyly. He began complimenting your looks, marveling at how much you had grown since you were nine years old. He wanted to touch you, to hug you... but he wasn’t sure if you’d allow it.

His words, though, were unsettling. You had never known Mark outside of high school, and you realized quickly that this had to be one of the variants. But you didn’t want to make it obvious, you feared he might hurt you if you said it out loud. And there was no escape.

You played along, recalling some memories and pretending to be surprised by his “secret identity.” Maskless Mark was thrilled, answering your questions and chatting with you as if you had been reunited after years apart.

But the calm didn’t last long. The real Mark of this dimension appeared at the window. As soon as he saw his counterpart, he ordered you to grab your things and run to the nearest safe point.

Maskless Mark was shocked you listened to him. He had thought you mistook him for the real Invincible, but the blue-and-black costume gave away the truth.

Clenching his fists, Maskless Mark attacked Mark, while you ran out of the apartment with your bag. Even as he fought, Maskless Mark kept one eye on you, panicked and running through the streets, and one on his counterpart relentlessly punching him.

But Mark didn’t know what Maskless Mark had been through in his dimension. He had no idea about the harsh training Maskless had endured under his father to prepare for planetary conquest. This Mark didn’t stand a chance against him alone.

Maskless Mark managed to twist Mark’s arm, drawing a scream of pain. The sound made you stop and turn back in fear. You couldn’t help worrying about him: you were still the same selfless person you had been ten years ago, always ready to put others first. And you cared for Mark, didn’t you? That’s why you were running toward the fight.

But when Mark looked back at his counterpart, Maskless Mark's expression had changed. His eyes were hollow, filled with hate. You cared only for him, this world’s Mark. That meant eliminating him would leave you no choice but to-

Then it happened. A screech of tires, a loud crash. You had stepped into the road without thinking, desperate to get closer. A van hit you head-on. Your body lay motionless on the asphalt.

Both Marks froze, horrified. The driver stumbled out of the van, terrified as he approached your lifeless body. Maskless Mark couldn’t believe it... you were dead again?

He dropped Mark and flew to your side. The terrified driver ran off at the sight of him, but Maskless didn’t care. He checked your pulse, desperate, but there was nothing. It was the driver’s fault. All of it. He had to pay for this.

Seizing the moment, Mark grabbed your body and took off. Maybe, just maybe, if he got you to the Pentagon quickly enough, there was still hope.

When Maskless Mark looked up, the driver's lifeless body in his hands, you were gone. Mark had vanished too. He had lost you all over again.

Viltrumite Mark

Viltrumite Mark had no idea who you were before arriving in this dimension. His only goal was to follow Angstrom’s plan: destroy the planet and gain access to more dimensions so that the Empire could thrive elsewhere.

But while he was tearing Chicago apart, he saw you fleeing with a group of civilians and felt a strange connection. He couldn’t just let you run away so easily.

He lowered his altitude, his figure composed, cold, and emotionless. You found him terrifying: your fear was as obvious as the fear of the other humans around you.

He studied you closely, trying to understand what had struck him: your appearance? Your eyes? The way your skin looked so well cared for? It was strange even to him. But one thing was certain: he intended to bring you back to his dimension. A human in such good shape would be excellent for producing offspring, according to the Empire’s laws. You looked perfectly healthy.

You tried to escape, but no matter what shortcut you took, he was always above you. The gray skirt of his white military uniform fluttering in the wind, he looked like an angel of death. And still, his face was familiar… Mark?

Luckily, your Mark appeared just in time and carried you away. Viltrumite Mark remained calm. Watching his counterpart’s reaction, he realized immediately: this Mark cared about you too. After all, no one knows you better than yourself.

Viltrumite Mark approached, facing the Mark who held you tightly in his arms. You were trembling, desperate for nothing bad to happen, silently begging your Mark to take you somewhere safe and far away.

But the variant attacked. His blows were brutal, he had trained for years on Viltrum, and everyone knew that anyone who survived on Viltrum could never be weak.

You clung to Mark’s neck in fear, terrified that he might let you go. You didn’t want that, but you also didn’t want to risk Viltrumite Mark hurting you by accident while trying to strike down the hero.

After a counterattack, Mark finally managed to pull back and carried you under a bridge to hide. He was terrified; he didn’t want to leave you alone, but he had no choice. He had to go back and stop his variant from destroying the city.

But Viltrumite Mark was already there. There was no leaving you behind because the fight would happen right there.

His punch landed so hard you could hear bones cracking, but Mark didn’t cry out, he swallowed the pain and hit back with an uppercut to his opponent’s jaw.

Viltrumite Mark was determined to take you to his dimension. He knew the Empire would praise him for such a gift, and he wanted to please them. So he decided to use cunning. Using you as a human shield was the perfect tactic, since Mark clearly cared about you.

And it worked, Mark couldn’t hit him. Every time he tried, Viltrumite Mark moved you into the way. You were terrified, begging for someone, anyone, whichever Mark could help, to make it stop.

But this couldn’t go on forever. Viltrumite Mark had to do something terrible to shake his counterpart even further.

The next time Mark tried to strike, Viltrumite Mark didn’t just use you as a shield, he deliberately made Mark’s fist land on you, shattering your arm. You screamed in pain. Viltrumite Mark would never have hurt you himself, but he had to do it.

The plan worked. Mark froze, horrified, terrified of what more damage he might do to you. His strength was far beyond human... if he’d hit harder, he could have killed you. Luckily, he hadn’t.

Seizing the chance, Viltrumite Mark flew away, covering your mouth so Mark couldn’t track you by your voice. You would be safe with him. Treating injuries like yours was routine for him after countless life-or-death battles. And even if human biology was different from Viltrumite, making a cast for you wouldn’t be difficult.

Shiesty Mark

In his own dimension, you couldn’t exactly be called a saint. You and Shiesty Mark were on the same wavelength: working for Machine Head gave you everything you wanted, paid you well… but you wanted more, much more.

You convinced Shiesty Mark to overthrow your boss, and of course he agreed, crazy as he was. But the plan ended with you being brutally killed by one of Machine Head’s underlings, while Shiesty Mark was spared because he was too strong and too useful to eliminate.

He should have avenged you, but he didn’t. You had made a stupid move and, even if he had agreed to back you, he wasn’t going to risk everything again for you. Machine Head kept him around despite the betrayal, he knew keeping Shiesty under his control was the safest choice.

Still, Shiesty Mark missed you... your presence, your stupid jokes. He would’ve paid gold just to see you again, to hear you call him an idiot for wasting all that so called gold on you when he could’ve just kept it for himself and taken the chance alone.

And then Angstrom gave him that opportunity, for free: the chance to go to a dimension where you were alive and well. You weren’t part of any criminal organization there, but you were still you. Your personality had to be similar enough, and he was confident he could change your mind about your “ethical” choices.

The moment he arrived in your dimension, he rushed to your home. Honestly, he hadn’t expected your apartment to look so run-down compared to the one he knew, the one he used to visit. That old place had been decorated with expensive furniture; here, it was obvious you weren’t working for the Order.

And strangely, even for him, he decided to enter as he always had. He wanted to see how you’d react to him just showing up like that. He tapped on your window while you were lying on your bed, listening to music.

You got up, at first thinking you had misheard something. But after the third knock, you were suspicious. You opened the window, but no one was there. You figured you must’ve imagined it. But when you turned back toward your bed, Shiesty Mark was already standing in the middle of your room (he got through the front door, this house didn't hold secrets for him)

Your heart nearly stopped. He looked like Invincible, but the mask was different, covering his entire face, you couldn’t see a thing. Why was he like this?

Summoning your courage, you asked who he was and what he wanted. He was disappointed by your reaction. He had expected something more… aggressive. Were you afraid? The “you” he remembered had never been afraid of him.

Raising his hands, Shiesty Mark began explaining the situation. The way he spoke was strange, nothing like the Invincible you knew. He clearly wasn’t him: this guy sounded childish, street-tough, way too much of a thug to ever be a hero of that caliber.

You moved toward a cabinet and grabbed the first object you could find: a lamp. Perfect. You hurled it at him, and his reaction was to… chuckle. There you were, that spirit he remembered! You still had it in you. Which meant you could change again, and return to working with him in his dimension.

But Mark wouldn’t allow it. He appeared at the window, and, since you were close, grabbed you by the arm and quickly pulled you out of the apartment. You barely had time to register what was happening.

Shiesty Mark cursed at the sight of his variant and immediately gave chase. You could hear him swearing behind you, his previously friendly demeanor completely gone. But it was clear the insults were directed only at Mark, not at you.

Still, Shiesty Mark wasn’t as fast as him. He wasn’t used to flying, even though he could. He usually walked instead, because back in his dimension, you’d told him that randomly using his powers got on your nerves since you were powerless. Now, he regretted listening to you about that.

Against all odds, Shiesty Mark managed to catch up and landed a punch right at his counterpart’s temple, hard enough to knock him off balance. Mark plummeted to the ground with you still in his arms.

You didn’t come out unscathed, but miraculously, you were alive. Your skin was scraped, cut, bleeding in places, and your body ached from the impact.

Shiesty Mark wasted no time. He landed beside you, mocking his variant, taunting him for being weak, saying it was ridiculous that someone so pathetic could even call himself a superhero.

Then he approached you and hauled you over his shoulder. You couldn’t fight back, your limbs hurt too much, but he appreciated the way you still tried to wriggle free. You had spirit, and he was sure you’d have fun in his world. Even if he’d have to teach you how to do the job his way all over again.

No Goggles Mark

It wasn’t just your extraordinary combat skills that caught No Goggles Mark’s attention in his dimension, but also your sharp, unusual sense of humor. No one ever thought of you as normal or ordinary: you stood out, unique, always doing things your own way, following your own whims.

But in his eyes, you were standing on the wrong side.

You worked for the GDA. To him, that was a waste of your talent. You should have been fighting at his side, tearing down other heroes. He was certain you both would’ve had the time of your lives if you had only listened.

Throughout your encounters, he had tried over and over to spare you, though that didn’t mean he went easy on you. But eventually, the thread snapped. You were too stubborn, and in the end, he had no choice but to kill you.

At the time, he believed that if you had only understood what he meant by “joining the right side” (in other words, siding with the Viltrumites) maybe you would’ve had a better life, free to do whatever you pleased. Back then, that’s how he saw it.

But later, he learned the truth: Viltrum was dull, apart from the endless fights. Maybe you had been right all along. Viltrumites were boring. When they died, they didn’t scream like humans did; they just accepted it.

You, on the other hand, had screamed a lot when he killed you. The memory of it made him smile every time.

In this dimension, he was determined to find you and make you relive the same fate... not immediately, though. He wanted to have some fun first, to push you to your limits without striking the final blow. He’d give you just enough time to recover before coming back again, hurting you over and over purely for his own satisfaction. But of course, you’d have to fight back. Otherwise, what was the point?

He crashed into your apartment, tearing through the wall. The explosion of plaster and wood made you jump out of your skin: you thought a missile had landed in your bedroom. And that was exactly what No Goggles Mark wanted you to think.

You trembled like a leaf, and the sight made him grin. His brown eyes locked onto you, curled up on your mattress with your headphones still on, music probably still playing in your ears.

Strange, you hadn’t tried to fight him yet, or even defend yourself. Where were your powers? Where was that nonchalant attitude he’d admired so much? Where was your creativity? Maybe you were just shy now… if that was the case, he would make sure that shyness disappeared in minutes.

But before he could lay a hand on you, Mark came crashing through the hole in the wall, tackling the variant and throwing punch after punch. No Goggles Mark ignored the pain, actually amused by it all.

Terrified, you finally found the courage to move. You needed to get out, the apartment wasn’t safe anymore, but there was no way out. The door was too close to them, and you weren’t about to run past that maniac. The only option was the gaping hole in the wall. But you were on the second floor. Were you really willing to risk it?

No Goggles Mark caught Mark’s fists mid-strike and twisted them, bones snapping like twigs. But that wasn’t the end. He gripped Mark by the throat and hurled him against the wall, sending him crashing into the bathroom next door.

Turning back to you, No Goggles Mark watched as you desperately tied your bedsheets together, trying to fashion a rope. It wasn’t nearly long enough, but jumping from the first floor was better than from the second. You’d still get hurt, but at least you might survive.

Amused, he tilted his head. So your creativity was still alive after all. He wondered... were you planning to use that rope against him, maybe as a weapon? That, he would’ve loved to see.

But when he realized you were tying it to the window frame to escape, his excitement vanished instantly. Really? Escape? Was that all you had in you? Not even a punch? Not even a pathetic attempt to hurt him? How cowardly you’d become in this world.

Mark stormed back into the room, broken hands be damned, and threw himself at his variant again. No Goggles Mark let him hit, barely paying attention, his eyes glued on you instead.

You approached the edge, took a deep breath, and hesitated. He instantly understood: what, were you afraid of heights? Afraid of falling to your death? He let out a laugh, almost disappointed. The version of you he knew would never flinch like this.

But you forced yourself over, clinging to the sheet-rope with all your strength. Already you regretted this stupid decision, but it was the only chance you had.

Meanwhile, No Goggles Mark had grown tired of Mark’s repeated attempts to hurt him. With a single punch, he sent Mark flying through the hole in the wall and crashing into the building across the street.

The impact shook the ground and the foundations of your apartment building, making you swing helplessly on the makeshift rope of bedsheets, like some clumsy Tarzan trying a vine for the first time.

No Goggles Mark leaned down toward you, studying you carefully from above. He was surprised: you were actually descending bit by bit, showing some courage and determination, while he expected you to freeze in fear.

He didn’t make your descent easy. He grabbed the rope and swung it violently from side to side just to irritate you.

You cursed at him in frustration but quickly regretted it, begging him to stop when your grip began to slip. The sheets were too smooth, and your hands were already losing their strength.

Mark returned once again, determined to finally kill his variant. No Goggles Mark, however, didn’t understand this motivation. Was he your boyfriend or something?

The shockwave from Mark’s furious charge tore the upper part of the rope loose. You plummeted. Luckily, you weren’t too high off the ground, but you landed hard, your leg broke, the bone sticking out of your calf.

Your screams of pain made both Marks stop fighting and look down through the hole. Mark was horrified, panic-stricken, and immediately rushed to your side, forgetting all about his variant. No Goggles Mark, on the other hand, was entertained, mocking you by imitating your cries and pleas.

You hated him, but all you could focus on was the searing pain in your leg. Mark tried to comfort you, promising everything would be fine, that he’d get you to Cecil, and the GDA would heal you.

But that wasn’t part of No Goggles Mark’s plan.

With a swift kick, he sent Mark flying away, leaving just the two of you. You tried to crawl back in fear, but he only scoffed: so boring, so unfun, nothing like the version of you he once knew.

Still, he hadn’t come all this way for nothing.

He grabbed you, ignoring your struggles, continuing to mock your cries of pain. He was insane, and you already knew... life in his dimension would be nothing short of a madhouse.